The Lady in the General’s Arms is a Bigshot in Mystic Arts

Following the sudden shaking of the carriage, Jiang Fu's pupils suddenly constricted, and his body also leaned forward.

He stretched out his lightly scented arm, gently supported her shoulder, and took it back only after she sat down firmly.

The slender arm was retracted, but the light fragrance still lingered on the tip of the nose.

Jiang Fu sniffed lightly, lowered his eyes, and picked up the green gown from the women's courtyard that had slipped to the side, instead of putting it next to him, he put it directly on his legs, the light gauze covered his legs, and Her pale crimson skirts overlapped.

She looked down at the clothes on her legs, there was a layer of gauze on the outside, a layer of satin-like material underneath, green bamboo embroidered on the neckline, covered by the gauze, it looked hazy.

Jiang Fu lowered his eyes, his cheeks were a little hot.

General, said she was attractive.

Xie Cheng withdrew his hand, as if he was worried about scaring her, so he didn't sit close to her, and sat in the position just now, keeping a certain distance between the two of them, his tone became more serious:

"It's my fault to say you like that, I'm superficial, I'm blind."

"Ah Fu is right to be angry."

Only then did Jiang Fu raise her eyes to look at him, her pupils were black and bright, "... Well, actually, I'm not that angry."

Needless to say, I am blind.

Xie Cheng saw that she finally raised her eyes to look at him, but the way she looked at him was still the same, with a little cowardice, and her heart was sour again. Is he reaping the fruit of himself?

The little girl's light-white fingers fell on the corners of the blue clothes, making her hands extremely white and beautiful.

She pursed her lips and smiled, a shallow smile, not as bright as when she stood in front of Shen Rulan.

Xie Cheng heard her voice softly say:

"I'm not angry anymore, general, don't say that."

Xie Cheng pursed his lips, unable to tell what was in his heart.

Still afraid of him.

She is afraid of him.

The carriage stopped suddenly, and Eleven outside said bravely:

"General, Miss Jiang, we are here."

Xie Cheng pursed his lips, and his thin lips formed a straight line. He silently looked at Jiang Fu, with a pitiful glint in his dark eyes.

Jiang Fu turned his head away from his gaze as if he couldn't see it, looked outside, smiled, and said in a much more relaxed tone, "Okay, come down now."

She turned her head to look at Xie Cheng, "General, I'll go down first, and then Master Eleven will come up to help you?"

You use it all.

For so many years, Xie Cheng suffered a lot of knives on the battlefield and court, but he felt that Jiang Fu's soft knife was the most painful.

She said she wasn't angry anymore, but she still talked to you the same as before, politely, with subtle timidity.

That's what makes it even more frustrating.

Jiang Fu raised his hand, opened the curtain of the carriage, and stooped down.

After a while, Eleven came up tremblingly, lowered his head firmly and said, "General, go down."

Xie Cheng looked at him expressionlessly: "She left?"

Eleven smiled a little reluctantly, how could she leave, Miss Jiang has a special status, as the saying goes, people have to bow their heads under the eaves, and the owner is still in the car, how could she leave.

So, he replied, "Not yet, Miss Jiang is still waiting below."

Xie Cheng pursed his lips, he couldn't tell whether he was happy or unhappy, he was supported by Eleven to get out of the carriage safely, and sat in the wheelchair properly.

Jiang Fu stood aside with his green shirt in his arms, as if he didn't intend to go in with them.

Xie Cheng stopped directly beside her, raised his eyes to look at her, "Aren't Ah Fu going in with me?"

It's still a pitiful look.